Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Come and Knock on Our Door - full transcript
The LA fixer-to-the-stars returns facing a tough assignment as he reunites with his father, Mickey, as they make a desperate attempt to get Terry released from prison.
Previously on Ray Donovan...
You never told me
how Bridget died.
She was high on drugs.
She jumped off a roof.
So I had a contract drawn up
to buy you and your company
lock, stock, and barrel.
I'm not for sale.
So we're still negotiating.
Special Agent Barnes.
Who killed Sully Sullivan?
Mickey Donovan.
Any pimp messes with you
on the street,
- I'm there in a shot.
- Who's working on the street?
These girls don't
walk the streets.
This isn't 1979.
You put skin shots
on the Internet,
and that's how the johns
find you.
Mm-hmm.
We supply the girls cocaine
and the ability to front cash.
They sell the johns coke,
and when Johnny wants to do 'em
a second time, can't pay for it,
we loan 'em the money.
We split the proceeds
with the girls,
get them upselling
these fuckers, expand.
Got a thing
for the muscle girl, Bunch?
Those Mexicans
won't pay their dues.
So you really gonna
kick us out?
That's the rules.
You like rules?
I want you to come
for dinner tonight.
It's important to me.
What's going on?
She wants you home.
Troy's most recent distraction
is the wife of a Navy SEAL.
I need you to
handle this quickly.
I'm authorizing you
to go up to $500,000.
I'm not taking the money.
You're the third guy
they sent.
You ready, ding?
I'm here, ain't I?
Who's the ding,
motherfucker?
Who's the ding, motherfucker?
Sorry, sweetheart.
I'm not gonna make it.
Take the money.
Daddy?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
I'm sorry I didn't
make it home for dinner.
Oh.
Mom gave your food
to the dog.
Yeah?
She thinks you're still
punishing her over that cop.
I'm not.
Why didn't you come?
Daddy?
♪ We didn't sleep too late ♪
Go back to sleep,
sweetheart.
♪ There was a fire
In the yard ♪
♪ All of the trees
Were in light ♪
♪ They had no faces to show
♪ I saw a sign
♪ In the sky
♪ Seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans
♪ I heard a voice
In my mind ♪
♪ I will try, I will try,
I will try... ♪
Yeah. Sure. Yeah, if I ever
need more wrestling lessons,
I'll be glad to go out.
Yeah. Okay, bye.
Ugh, don't you just hate it
when men try to manhandle you?
I don't remember.
Oh, you fixed it!
What was wrong?
It was a short.
You know, you people
are so careless.
You should never bend
an electrical cord.
Otherwise...
- What happened?
- Mr. Roper.
Stanley was showing us
how not to get a shock.
Will you put some clothes on?
My wife's here.
Mind your
own business, Stanley.
What if the towel slips?
Mind your own business,
Stanley.
Jack, you have some
shaving cream on your face.
Oh, thank you.
No, Jack!
Mind your own business,
Chrissy.
Bob?
Here they come.
Let's put a few shots
over their heads.
That should scatter them.
What the fuck
happened to you?
Lost a fight.
Finney offered us a job?
Why didn't you take it?
I spent 25 years
being told what to do.
I'm done.
Spare key is
in the third drawer of my desk.
And your coffeemaker's busted,
so I got you a new one.
What is this shit?
Doughnuts and coke.
Breakfast of champions.
I got some new thoughts
about how we might work together
to improve your business.
- No.
- Not happening.
- No.
- No.
Wait.
Give Mick a chance.
- We did yesterday.
- Why?
I get why you ladies
might be hesitant.
My ideas yesterday
must have struck you
as a little bit old-school.
- You think?
- Uh, a little bit.
If you don't want to listen,
hey, you're free to go.
But if you stay,
I'm gonna let you in
on a vision I have
of a way we can all
get rich together.
Look, this cocaine?
See this cocaine?
This is for you to sell.
Each one of you can take as much
as you think you can move.
We split the profits.
This is my son.
You know Daryll.
He has a livery license
and is a professional boxer.
He'll be your personal driver
and bodyguard.
As for me, I'll take care
of your advertising
and your time management.
I'll place your ads,
handle your incoming
phone calls,
keep track
of your whereabouts from here.
Let us take care of you
for one day.
One day.
End of the day,
you'd rather be
independent operators,
no harm, no foul.
Mm.
One day.
Dishonesty,
fraud,
corruption.
Governor Tom Verona
is in bed with big business.
He purports to be
for the little man,
but who does
he really serve?
On November 3rd,
vote against our tax money
making the rich richer.
A vote no on Verona...
Hey. You got a minute?
- Hey, Bunch.
- This ad is paid for...
I need $20,000
from my settlement fund.
What's going on?
I'm investing
in a business.
Mexican wrestling?
Luchadores.
They're training at the gym.
Thought we could put on
a few shows.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Terry got in a fight
with an Aryan.
- Is he all right?
- He's fine.
The fucking Aryan
is dead.
Where is he?
Isolation, for now.
Warden's talking
about moving him.
- Keep him there.
- I don't know how long I can.
I'm coming out.
I'm serious, Ray.
We can make a lot of money
for the Fite Club.
It's a front, Bunch.
It's not supposed to
make money.
So Mr. Finney is concerned
about the story
the remaining kidnapper
may tell the police.
Not my problem.
I understand,
but he'd still like
both sides
of the story insured.
I already signed
his nondisclosure.
Mr. Finney would prefer
if you reconsider his offer.
Having you in his employ
would make him sleep easier.
Who the fuck
are you?
Mr. Goldberg's
our family attorney.
Mr. Donovan, you'll find it
better to keep
Mr. Finney as a friend.
Is that a threat?
Just telling you
which way the wind blows.
I already told him.
I'm not for sale.
No one's banned so far.
Things are looking up.
Oh, shit.
Looking up, Pop?
I mean, we spent all that money
that you got
from the Armenians
on that coke
just so six hookers
can get high all day.
They understand the value
of a solid business plan.
- They're smart enough.
- Hell, no.
All they understand is
coke makes them feel great.
Well, they got that right.
What are you
so worried about?
Pop, I'm worried because
those Armenians are gonna
take my fucking Cadillac.
I can feel it.
Just drive the girls.
Have some faith.
You do know
I only have one car, okay?
I mean, how am I supposed to
drive seven girls around?
Oh, what a delightful dilemma.
Get off of me, Pop.
Get off. Get off.
Yeah?
Mick, one of my regulars
is on the way.
Can Audrey stay with you?
Of course. Come on in.
Join the party.
Be good, baby.
Thanks, Mick.
Why the long face?
That's what they say
to the horse, you see,
'cause a horse
has a long face.
Okay.
Mm.
You got Mickey Donovan.
You have
a phone call from an inmate
at the California State
Correctional Institution.
Will you accept
the charge?
Sure, sure.
What do you got
going on today, Conor?
School.
I don't know.
Dad came home last night.
Really?
He'd been in a fight.
It was weird.
He sat down on my bed,
apologized, and then left.
Oh.
Are you worried
about him?
No, sweetheart.
He's figuring some things out.
Right.
Okay.
You need to sign this.
You got a D?
My teacher says that
I need a tutor.
He said that
public high school
didn't prepare me
for Rossmore's standards.
Jeez, Bridge.
You're getting a D.
Yeah.
Why didn't you
say something before?
It's not some tragedy.
And calculus is hard.
Conor does shitty
all the time.
I know, Bridge, but we went
to a lot of bother
to get you in there.
Bother?
You just put me there because
of what happened with Marvin.
I'll take the bus.
What the fuck
are you doing?
I need some lunch money.
I got to go too.
Who's the best boy
in the whole world?
You are.
But I got
a fucking appointment.
No visitors today.
We're on lockdown.
I don't fucking care.
My son's in there.
I got to see Matty Flynn.
15 minutes.
You don't leave
of your own free will,
you're leaving
in a cop car.
Listen, I'm sorry.
Look, come out here.
Just you and me,
two guys talking.
Come on.
What are you doing here?
Matty Flynn called.
Said he could help.
- Matty Flynn?
- Yeah.
He's a fucking jailhouse lawyer.
He's one of them.
They listen to him.
What are you doing?
You're gonna
bribe him with drugs?
Quiet down.
Are you out
of your fucking mind?
This ain't some
Hollywood bullshit, Ray Ray.
I know these guys.
They kill people.
They're gonna kill Terry.
You think I don't
know that, Mick?
Oh, you know everything.
Yeah, sure.
You're very good at putting
people into these places,
but I'm the one that had
to survive inside.
I know what's going on.
You stay out of this.
Are we understood?
I'm at my end
with you, Mick.
You're gonna need me
on this, Ray.
I'm gonna need you.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Ray Donovan.
You can't just leave a kid
in the back of a car, you know.
What are you talking about?
Hello?
I need you to meet me
at the Fite Club.
- What?
- It's important.
I'll explain
everything there. See you.
Can you get him transferred?
It wouldn't change anything.
Anywhere he goes,
his jacket goes with him.
Now, if your brother
had killed a Norteño
or a Blood, man,
maybe I could help you,
but the Aryan Brotherhood,
they've got most of the guards
and the warden
in their fucking pocket.
Why are you
telling me this?
So you'll understand
the fucking magnitude
of the favor
I'm doing for you.
Make it fast.
He's not supposed to be in here.
If I get caught with you here,
I'm fucked.
S07.
Seven's open.
What the fuck
happened to your face?
What the fuck happened
to yours?
You all right, Ter?
- I didn't mean to kill him.
- I know you didn't.
I'm gonna get you
out of here.
Yeah, it doesn't matter
anymore.
Just, uh...
I just need a few hours
to figure it out.
My leg started shaking
a few months back.
You know what that means?
That means I'm three years
from a wheelchair.
Oh, come on.
Don't start talking that...
I don't sleep no more.
I got these fucking visions.
They get me,
they're doing me a favor.
Don't you fucking
quit on me, Terry.
I'm through.
I'm just gonna get worse.
I got nothing
to come back for.
What are you talking about,
you got nothing to go back for?
Who's gonna look after me
if you go down?
Frances don't write me.
The club ain't mine.
My body's shutting down.
Time's up.
Kevin's gonna keep you
here in isolation.
I love you, Raymond.
But I don't want
your fucking help.
- Wettick.
- Is that with a C or a K?
I don't know.
With a fucking K?
And do you have
a street, sir?
I don't know what street.
- Well, I'm sorry, sir...
- I just need a number.
I'm very sorry, but without
a street name or without...
Oh, fuck.
W-E-T-T-I-C-K?
Judge?
That's fucking him.
Where's the address?
When someone's famous,
their house is hard to find.
What's going on, Mick?
Abby.
Thank God.
Stay here a second.
Who's the kid?
Terry ran into a problem
at the prison.
What kind of problem?
- I can't say.
- Is it that bad?
Yeah, but I got a way to fix it.
I just need some time.
Does Ray know?
I need you
to look after the kid.
I promised her mother...
Oh, for fuck's sakes, Mick.
Look, what else are you
gonna do?
I'll be back
in a couple of hours.
I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't
a fucking life-or-death thing.
You know that.
Judge Wettick.
Uh, my name is Ray Donovan.
I don't know
if you remember me,
but you sentenced
my brother Terry.
Armed robbery,
assault and battery.
I was hoping
we could talk inside.
The Aryans are going after him
because of his Parkinson's.
That's why
all this happened.
Terrible situation.
Yeah. I was, uh,
sort of hoping you might
consider granting him
a compassionate release.
Right.
Because of his Parkinson's.
Prison's no place
for a man like my brother.
Our prison system
has been corrupted.
Private corporations
have turned it
into the new
California Gold Rush.
We've built too many prisons
too fast
and given control away
to the very men we incarcerate.
Terry's a good man.
He doesn't belong
in there.
A good man who was left behind
at an armed robbery.
Yeah.
A good man who murdered
a fellow inmate.
That was self-defense.
That's for the court
to decide.
He'll never make it
to court.
The Aryans
will kill him first.
I can't help you,
Mr. Donovan.
$50,000.
You get the second payment
when my brother's home.
I would have thought you'd have
more imagination than this.
Take the fucking money.
Leave... now.
Take your money with you.
Ray, what the fuck's
going on?
Mickey dropped that little girl
off with me.
Said Terry's in trouble.
He killed a guy
in prison.
What?
Oh, my fucking God.
What can I do?
Ray, where's Lena?
She took another job.
You let Lena go?
I'm worried about you, Ray.
I want to help you.
What are you gonna do,
Abs, huh?
Get Terry out of prison?
Talk the fucking Aryan Nation
out of killing him?
What are you gonna do?
I have been
fucking delusional.
Sitting at home,
waiting for you to come back?
That's what this is about.
No.
It's about Terry.
I don't have time for this.
My mom said if you want to make
a man run fast,
act needy.
I have one
at the Downtown Century.
Good. I'm going
to the Executive Suites.
Do you know how to use
BangBoard?
- Uh, yeah.
- I need more pictures.
Okay. Uh, wait.
Uh, Ginger?
I got to take Cindy and Alex
downtown.
Can you stay and watch over
everything for me
while I'm gone?
No. I have a client.
Shit.
I got to get
to Marina del Rey.
You too. All right.
Uh, fuck it.
Just pile in, everybody.
Hey, where's Mickey?
He left, Bunch.
- Where'd he go?
- Man, I don't know.
Hey, hey, hey, do you have
a camera on your phone?
Yeah. But I got to talk to Papa.
I need to borrow some money.
No, no, no, that's what's up,
'cause this is for Pop.
All right, right here,
this is Michelle, okay?
She needs some pictures taken
for her profile on the website.
Now, you do that, Pop's gonna
hook you up lovely, all right?
He's my brother.
Come on.
Uh...
You can't get my face in.
We're very happy that Tara's dad
has come to talk to us
about his exciting work
in law enforcement.
Agent Barnes was instrumental
in hunting down
the notorious criminal
Patrick "Sully" Sullivan.
He capped
that motherfucker!
And Agent Barnes
has recently been named
the Assistant Special Agent
in Charge
of the Los Angeles Bureau
of the FBI.
Agent Barnes.
Wow. Thank you, Lorraine.
It's a real pleasure to be able
to talk to your students.
When I was eight years old,
I stole a Snickers bar
from the local pharmacy
down the street.
Let me tell you, kids,
it's, uh...
It's haunted me ever since.
Learn anything?
We need to talk, Frank.
You're welcome to come
to my office.
Call my secretary,
and we'll set a time.
I need you to get my brother
out of jail.
What?
I need you to turn
a judge, today.
Go fuck yourself, Ray.
Who killed Sully Sullivan?
Mickey Donovan.
Now get off my fucking boat.
All right.
We've been over this
a thousand times.
It's all in the past.
We're even.
Fine.
You just lost your fucking job.
You gonna take us
all down, Ray?
After all this shit,
you're going to open
that fucking box back up?
He's my brother, Frank.
Come on, Ray.
Don't do this.
All right,
what judge sentenced him?
Wettick.
All right, what do you
want me to do?
He's up for re-election.
I want you to go after him
for campaign fraud.
- What if he's clean?
- Doesn't matter.
Once the press gets wind of it,
kills his campaign either way.
If I do it, you give me
that fucking tape.
You do this,
you'll never see me again.
Fuck.
Where's Daryll?
Um, I'm his brother,
Bunchy.
Huh.
I need breast milk.
What?
Breast milk.
It's for one of my johns.
It's really important.
Where am I gonna get
breast milk?
I don't know.
Gary always had it.
Who's Gary?
Look, I need it within an hour,
and I'm not fucking around.
This guy pays a lot.
No possession
of a police radio...
...or a scanner.
No firearms, no knives,
and no leaving town.
Okay, now,
I have a very important
question for you.
Yeah?
How many dates
with a new lady friend
before you try
to seal the deal?
Now, you know, I'm talking
about a woman in her 40s
with some refinement,
nice ass.
Get out.
Get the fuck out.
Get out.
Terry killed an Aryan
in County.
Oh, boy, boy, boy, boy.
You got to help me
get him out.
I'm a fucking
parole officer, Mick.
I deal with ex-cons.
I don't have that kind of clout.
I need you to get me
to his judge.
- Me?
- Wettick. You know him?
I know all of them, but I just
can't fucking go after...
You piece of shit.
My son's life is at stake.
You're as responsible as I am
for putting him in there,
and I'll make sure
everyone knows it
if you don't get me
to that judge.
Jesus Christ, Mick.
This is my boy
I'm talking about.
You're going to get me
to that judge.
I'll give myself up.
I won't turn you in.
But you're gonna tell me
where that sucker lives.
I'm at the grocery store.
What?
Well, I'm trying to figure out,
you know, which one to...
Hold on.
Hello. Excuse me.
Which one tastes like
the real thing?
No sé.
I'm just gonna get the most
expensive formula they have.
No, no, no, no, that's...
that's not going to work.
I tried that once,
and he fucking flipped out.
- Well, what do I do?
- I don't know.
Figure it out.
Oh, and I need
adult diapers.
You sure this is
where Mickey lives?
Yeah.
I'm not supposed to be here
while my mom's working.
It's frozen.
What the fuck
is going on here?
Hi, Mommy.
Hi, baby,
what are you doing here?
You need to go home.
Oh.
Thank you.
You should be
fucking ashamed of yourself.
It's just part-time.
I can't fix
his nose in here.
Just finish
stitching him up.
- Open 07.
- Opening 07.
You didn't have to bring him.
Tell that
to your brother.
You're a good fighter, man.
Where did you get
that fucking uppercut of yours?
What the...
You're dead, motherfucker.
You're a dead ding,
you son of a bitch!
You're dead!
You son of a bitch!
I'm going to kill you!
I'm going to cut
your fucking head off!
Should have taken my car
and used the light.
Yeah.
They shivved the prison doctor,
motherfucker.
- What?
- We're done.
Warden took me
off of my detail.
Terry's going back
to Gen-Pop.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Call the judge.
- What?
Call the fucking judge.
Nice flowers.
What can I do for you?
My name is
Mickey Donovan.
I was hoping we could
have a conversation.
I'm going to tell you
what I told your son.
I can't be bought.
My boy went to prison
for my actions.
I was the one
who organized the robbery.
It was me.
If you wanted
to help your son,
you should have done it
four months ago.
So you're saying,
let him die.
I'm saying
that's not the way it works.
I'll tell you
the way it works.
You're gonna get
on that phone.
You're gonna call
whoever you got to call,
get my son out.
Get off
my property.
You got to be
fucking kidding me.
- Call who you need to call.
- No.
Sitting up there,
in your fucking robes.
You think you're God.
You're not up there
anymore.
You're down here
with the lower people,
and down here, I decide
who lives and dies.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Make the fucking call.
- Make the call.
- No! I need my pills.
Fuck you.
What did you do?
He just fell down.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Calling an ambulance.
Put the fucking phone down.
Don't die.
Come on,
please don't fucking die.
Come on.
Breathe.
Breathe!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Everything you touch
turns to shit.
Don't say that.
Ray?
You just killed
another one of your kids, Mick.
Clean it up.
We even?
Ray, are we even?
I'll... I'll tell them
it was me, Ray.
I'll tell them it was me.
I'll trade my life for Terry's.
Come on, Ray.
We can still fix this.
Ray?
Come on, Ray.
God.
I'm home.
Would somebody
fucking say hello?
Hey, Mom.
Hey, big guy.
Hi.
You need to go out?
Conor? Can you take him out
while I make his dinner?
Put on his leash.
Conor! Grab him!
Dog!
Dog!
No, don't. Don't. Don't.
- Open 27.
- No. No.
Please, no.
Close 27.
No. Please.
Wait. Help.
Please.
Let... let me out.
Let me out.
They can be cruel.
Don't leave me with him.
Please. Please.
Mr. Finney
will see you now.
Thank you, Varick.
You want some coffee?
Have a seat, please.
Mr. Finney...
Ray, Ray.
Take a breath, huh?
You want to tell me
about it?
My, uh...
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate,
self-defense.
The other guys, uh...
...they're gonna kill him.
That's terrible.
I need to
get him out
tonight.
Can you help me?
So how'd it go,
Bunch?
Fine.
How about you?
Easy breezy, man.
I was born to pimp.
Hey, Pop.
How's Terry doing?
- What happened to Terry?
- Nothing.
Wait a minute.
I thought that's why you left.
What are you doing here,
Bunchy?
Oh, I needed some help
with the girls.
Ain't that wonderful?
Working with your brother.
Dog?
Dog?
Dog?
Stop it.
Fucking stop it.
How many children
in your family?
Um, I have
three brothers.
I had a sister.
She died?
Yeah.
She died.
I'm an only child.
Missed out on all that
social Darwinism.
Didn't have to compete
for my parents' attention.
You must be
in the middle.
Yeah, I bet your brothers are
helpless compared with you, huh?
I don't know.
Governor Verona
will not be happy.
Cusp of an election.
Numbers are tight.
Mr. Finney.
Please, this way.
Andrew.
Tom.
This is my good friend
Ray Donovan.
Nice to meet you.
So how are
the polls looking?
We're getting there.
You have my every confidence.
Gentlemen.
So, Andrew,
what can I do for you?
My friend Ray has a problem
that only you can address.
I see.
Ray has a brother
in County.
He's also
a Parkinson's sufferer.
Ray was working on getting him
compassionate release
when there was an unfortunate
incident with another inmate.
Andrew, it's not the time...
We would appreciate it
if you would expedite
his release.
And if he gets out
and fucks up again?
He won't.
You have our assurances.
If the press hears of this
and my opponent
decides to run with it?
We'll deal
with the press.
I'll pardon him one week
after I win my second term.
That's just
a few weeks away.
You need to
pardon him tonight.
My platform has been
cracking down on crime,
not releasing prisoners.
This is taking far longer
than I thought it would.
I'll get it done
tonight.
Thank you, Tom.
I appreciate
your friendship, Andrew,
and your continued support.
Of course.
Mr. Finney,
I just wanted to say...
Anything for a friend.
It was a pleasure
to see you tonight, Ray.
Sign there,
there, and there.
Your salary is set.
The terms of your deal
are for one year
with an option to extend
to another at our discretion.
Whatever
Mr. Finney wants.
You'll be expected for work
tomorrow morning.
You can see
yourself out.
I thought you were through
with the Finney family, Ray.
Come in.
You're in charge.
What?
I need to go away
for a couple of days, Bridge.
Why?
I just need
a couple of days.
Where are you going?
I don't know.
Someplace I can think.
You can't be serious, Mom.
I am.
Look after
your brother.
Love you.
Mom?
You know, I'd like to go
to Boston someday.
Go to Fenway Park
like you guys,
the Green Monster.
What's wrong, Pop?
Oh, kid.
Oh, kid.
What is it?
Hey, Mick?
You got a minute?
Sure.
Come on, guys.
They all had
a very good day.
Dope was easy to move,
and all the girls felt
good about it.
God damn.
You got Mickey Donovan.
I got him out.
Thank God.
Who was that?
Terry's
coming home, boys.
Holy shit. How?
- Who's Terry?
- He's my brother.
That's what I was
doing today with Ray.
You hear that, Bunch?
Terry's coming home, man.
Terry's gonna need
a big welcome home.
Yeah.
We got to plan a party.
We're going to have a party.
Yeah.
Oh, I thought I lost you,
you obstinate prick.
You can't keep
carrying us.
What the fuck are you
talking about?
I told you
not to do this.
Hey.
You're an ungrateful bastard,
you know that?
I told you
to leave me.
I fucking love you,
Terry.
You think I'd ever let
anything happen to you?
So what did it take?
How much am I worth
on the street?
What?
What did it cost you
to get me out?
Nothing, Terry.
It didn't cost me
a fucking thing.
♪ He will take you
♪ If you run
♪ He will chase you
♪ Ooh
♪ He will take you
♪ If you run
♪ He will chase you
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans
You never told me
how Bridget died.
She was high on drugs.
She jumped off a roof.
So I had a contract drawn up
to buy you and your company
lock, stock, and barrel.
I'm not for sale.
So we're still negotiating.
Special Agent Barnes.
Who killed Sully Sullivan?
Mickey Donovan.
Any pimp messes with you
on the street,
- I'm there in a shot.
- Who's working on the street?
These girls don't
walk the streets.
This isn't 1979.
You put skin shots
on the Internet,
and that's how the johns
find you.
Mm-hmm.
We supply the girls cocaine
and the ability to front cash.
They sell the johns coke,
and when Johnny wants to do 'em
a second time, can't pay for it,
we loan 'em the money.
We split the proceeds
with the girls,
get them upselling
these fuckers, expand.
Got a thing
for the muscle girl, Bunch?
Those Mexicans
won't pay their dues.
So you really gonna
kick us out?
That's the rules.
You like rules?
I want you to come
for dinner tonight.
It's important to me.
What's going on?
She wants you home.
Troy's most recent distraction
is the wife of a Navy SEAL.
I need you to
handle this quickly.
I'm authorizing you
to go up to $500,000.
I'm not taking the money.
You're the third guy
they sent.
You ready, ding?
I'm here, ain't I?
Who's the ding,
motherfucker?
Who's the ding, motherfucker?
Sorry, sweetheart.
I'm not gonna make it.
Take the money.
Daddy?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
I'm sorry I didn't
make it home for dinner.
Oh.
Mom gave your food
to the dog.
Yeah?
She thinks you're still
punishing her over that cop.
I'm not.
Why didn't you come?
Daddy?
♪ We didn't sleep too late ♪
Go back to sleep,
sweetheart.
♪ There was a fire
In the yard ♪
♪ All of the trees
Were in light ♪
♪ They had no faces to show
♪ I saw a sign
♪ In the sky
♪ Seven swans,
Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans
♪ I heard a voice
In my mind ♪
♪ I will try, I will try,
I will try... ♪
Yeah. Sure. Yeah, if I ever
need more wrestling lessons,
I'll be glad to go out.
Yeah. Okay, bye.
Ugh, don't you just hate it
when men try to manhandle you?
I don't remember.
Oh, you fixed it!
What was wrong?
It was a short.
You know, you people
are so careless.
You should never bend
an electrical cord.
Otherwise...
- What happened?
- Mr. Roper.
Stanley was showing us
how not to get a shock.
Will you put some clothes on?
My wife's here.
Mind your
own business, Stanley.
What if the towel slips?
Mind your own business,
Stanley.
Jack, you have some
shaving cream on your face.
Oh, thank you.
No, Jack!
Mind your own business,
Chrissy.
Bob?
Here they come.
Let's put a few shots
over their heads.
That should scatter them.
What the fuck
happened to you?
Lost a fight.
Finney offered us a job?
Why didn't you take it?
I spent 25 years
being told what to do.
I'm done.
Spare key is
in the third drawer of my desk.
And your coffeemaker's busted,
so I got you a new one.
What is this shit?
Doughnuts and coke.
Breakfast of champions.
I got some new thoughts
about how we might work together
to improve your business.
- No.
- Not happening.
- No.
- No.
Wait.
Give Mick a chance.
- We did yesterday.
- Why?
I get why you ladies
might be hesitant.
My ideas yesterday
must have struck you
as a little bit old-school.
- You think?
- Uh, a little bit.
If you don't want to listen,
hey, you're free to go.
But if you stay,
I'm gonna let you in
on a vision I have
of a way we can all
get rich together.
Look, this cocaine?
See this cocaine?
This is for you to sell.
Each one of you can take as much
as you think you can move.
We split the profits.
This is my son.
You know Daryll.
He has a livery license
and is a professional boxer.
He'll be your personal driver
and bodyguard.
As for me, I'll take care
of your advertising
and your time management.
I'll place your ads,
handle your incoming
phone calls,
keep track
of your whereabouts from here.
Let us take care of you
for one day.
One day.
End of the day,
you'd rather be
independent operators,
no harm, no foul.
Mm.
One day.
Dishonesty,
fraud,
corruption.
Governor Tom Verona
is in bed with big business.
He purports to be
for the little man,
but who does
he really serve?
On November 3rd,
vote against our tax money
making the rich richer.
A vote no on Verona...
Hey. You got a minute?
- Hey, Bunch.
- This ad is paid for...
I need $20,000
from my settlement fund.
What's going on?
I'm investing
in a business.
Mexican wrestling?
Luchadores.
They're training at the gym.
Thought we could put on
a few shows.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Terry got in a fight
with an Aryan.
- Is he all right?
- He's fine.
The fucking Aryan
is dead.
Where is he?
Isolation, for now.
Warden's talking
about moving him.
- Keep him there.
- I don't know how long I can.
I'm coming out.
I'm serious, Ray.
We can make a lot of money
for the Fite Club.
It's a front, Bunch.
It's not supposed to
make money.
So Mr. Finney is concerned
about the story
the remaining kidnapper
may tell the police.
Not my problem.
I understand,
but he'd still like
both sides
of the story insured.
I already signed
his nondisclosure.
Mr. Finney would prefer
if you reconsider his offer.
Having you in his employ
would make him sleep easier.
Who the fuck
are you?
Mr. Goldberg's
our family attorney.
Mr. Donovan, you'll find it
better to keep
Mr. Finney as a friend.
Is that a threat?
Just telling you
which way the wind blows.
I already told him.
I'm not for sale.
No one's banned so far.
Things are looking up.
Oh, shit.
Looking up, Pop?
I mean, we spent all that money
that you got
from the Armenians
on that coke
just so six hookers
can get high all day.
They understand the value
of a solid business plan.
- They're smart enough.
- Hell, no.
All they understand is
coke makes them feel great.
Well, they got that right.
What are you
so worried about?
Pop, I'm worried because
those Armenians are gonna
take my fucking Cadillac.
I can feel it.
Just drive the girls.
Have some faith.
You do know
I only have one car, okay?
I mean, how am I supposed to
drive seven girls around?
Oh, what a delightful dilemma.
Get off of me, Pop.
Get off. Get off.
Yeah?
Mick, one of my regulars
is on the way.
Can Audrey stay with you?
Of course. Come on in.
Join the party.
Be good, baby.
Thanks, Mick.
Why the long face?
That's what they say
to the horse, you see,
'cause a horse
has a long face.
Okay.
Mm.
You got Mickey Donovan.
You have
a phone call from an inmate
at the California State
Correctional Institution.
Will you accept
the charge?
Sure, sure.
What do you got
going on today, Conor?
School.
I don't know.
Dad came home last night.
Really?
He'd been in a fight.
It was weird.
He sat down on my bed,
apologized, and then left.
Oh.
Are you worried
about him?
No, sweetheart.
He's figuring some things out.
Right.
Okay.
You need to sign this.
You got a D?
My teacher says that
I need a tutor.
He said that
public high school
didn't prepare me
for Rossmore's standards.
Jeez, Bridge.
You're getting a D.
Yeah.
Why didn't you
say something before?
It's not some tragedy.
And calculus is hard.
Conor does shitty
all the time.
I know, Bridge, but we went
to a lot of bother
to get you in there.
Bother?
You just put me there because
of what happened with Marvin.
I'll take the bus.
What the fuck
are you doing?
I need some lunch money.
I got to go too.
Who's the best boy
in the whole world?
You are.
But I got
a fucking appointment.
No visitors today.
We're on lockdown.
I don't fucking care.
My son's in there.
I got to see Matty Flynn.
15 minutes.
You don't leave
of your own free will,
you're leaving
in a cop car.
Listen, I'm sorry.
Look, come out here.
Just you and me,
two guys talking.
Come on.
What are you doing here?
Matty Flynn called.
Said he could help.
- Matty Flynn?
- Yeah.
He's a fucking jailhouse lawyer.
He's one of them.
They listen to him.
What are you doing?
You're gonna
bribe him with drugs?
Quiet down.
Are you out
of your fucking mind?
This ain't some
Hollywood bullshit, Ray Ray.
I know these guys.
They kill people.
They're gonna kill Terry.
You think I don't
know that, Mick?
Oh, you know everything.
Yeah, sure.
You're very good at putting
people into these places,
but I'm the one that had
to survive inside.
I know what's going on.
You stay out of this.
Are we understood?
I'm at my end
with you, Mick.
You're gonna need me
on this, Ray.
I'm gonna need you.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Ray Donovan.
You can't just leave a kid
in the back of a car, you know.
What are you talking about?
Hello?
I need you to meet me
at the Fite Club.
- What?
- It's important.
I'll explain
everything there. See you.
Can you get him transferred?
It wouldn't change anything.
Anywhere he goes,
his jacket goes with him.
Now, if your brother
had killed a Norteño
or a Blood, man,
maybe I could help you,
but the Aryan Brotherhood,
they've got most of the guards
and the warden
in their fucking pocket.
Why are you
telling me this?
So you'll understand
the fucking magnitude
of the favor
I'm doing for you.
Make it fast.
He's not supposed to be in here.
If I get caught with you here,
I'm fucked.
S07.
Seven's open.
What the fuck
happened to your face?
What the fuck happened
to yours?
You all right, Ter?
- I didn't mean to kill him.
- I know you didn't.
I'm gonna get you
out of here.
Yeah, it doesn't matter
anymore.
Just, uh...
I just need a few hours
to figure it out.
My leg started shaking
a few months back.
You know what that means?
That means I'm three years
from a wheelchair.
Oh, come on.
Don't start talking that...
I don't sleep no more.
I got these fucking visions.
They get me,
they're doing me a favor.
Don't you fucking
quit on me, Terry.
I'm through.
I'm just gonna get worse.
I got nothing
to come back for.
What are you talking about,
you got nothing to go back for?
Who's gonna look after me
if you go down?
Frances don't write me.
The club ain't mine.
My body's shutting down.
Time's up.
Kevin's gonna keep you
here in isolation.
I love you, Raymond.
But I don't want
your fucking help.
- Wettick.
- Is that with a C or a K?
I don't know.
With a fucking K?
And do you have
a street, sir?
I don't know what street.
- Well, I'm sorry, sir...
- I just need a number.
I'm very sorry, but without
a street name or without...
Oh, fuck.
W-E-T-T-I-C-K?
Judge?
That's fucking him.
Where's the address?
When someone's famous,
their house is hard to find.
What's going on, Mick?
Abby.
Thank God.
Stay here a second.
Who's the kid?
Terry ran into a problem
at the prison.
What kind of problem?
- I can't say.
- Is it that bad?
Yeah, but I got a way to fix it.
I just need some time.
Does Ray know?
I need you
to look after the kid.
I promised her mother...
Oh, for fuck's sakes, Mick.
Look, what else are you
gonna do?
I'll be back
in a couple of hours.
I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't
a fucking life-or-death thing.
You know that.
Judge Wettick.
Uh, my name is Ray Donovan.
I don't know
if you remember me,
but you sentenced
my brother Terry.
Armed robbery,
assault and battery.
I was hoping
we could talk inside.
The Aryans are going after him
because of his Parkinson's.
That's why
all this happened.
Terrible situation.
Yeah. I was, uh,
sort of hoping you might
consider granting him
a compassionate release.
Right.
Because of his Parkinson's.
Prison's no place
for a man like my brother.
Our prison system
has been corrupted.
Private corporations
have turned it
into the new
California Gold Rush.
We've built too many prisons
too fast
and given control away
to the very men we incarcerate.
Terry's a good man.
He doesn't belong
in there.
A good man who was left behind
at an armed robbery.
Yeah.
A good man who murdered
a fellow inmate.
That was self-defense.
That's for the court
to decide.
He'll never make it
to court.
The Aryans
will kill him first.
I can't help you,
Mr. Donovan.
$50,000.
You get the second payment
when my brother's home.
I would have thought you'd have
more imagination than this.
Take the fucking money.
Leave... now.
Take your money with you.
Ray, what the fuck's
going on?
Mickey dropped that little girl
off with me.
Said Terry's in trouble.
He killed a guy
in prison.
What?
Oh, my fucking God.
What can I do?
Ray, where's Lena?
She took another job.
You let Lena go?
I'm worried about you, Ray.
I want to help you.
What are you gonna do,
Abs, huh?
Get Terry out of prison?
Talk the fucking Aryan Nation
out of killing him?
What are you gonna do?
I have been
fucking delusional.
Sitting at home,
waiting for you to come back?
That's what this is about.
No.
It's about Terry.
I don't have time for this.
My mom said if you want to make
a man run fast,
act needy.
I have one
at the Downtown Century.
Good. I'm going
to the Executive Suites.
Do you know how to use
BangBoard?
- Uh, yeah.
- I need more pictures.
Okay. Uh, wait.
Uh, Ginger?
I got to take Cindy and Alex
downtown.
Can you stay and watch over
everything for me
while I'm gone?
No. I have a client.
Shit.
I got to get
to Marina del Rey.
You too. All right.
Uh, fuck it.
Just pile in, everybody.
Hey, where's Mickey?
He left, Bunch.
- Where'd he go?
- Man, I don't know.
Hey, hey, hey, do you have
a camera on your phone?
Yeah. But I got to talk to Papa.
I need to borrow some money.
No, no, no, that's what's up,
'cause this is for Pop.
All right, right here,
this is Michelle, okay?
She needs some pictures taken
for her profile on the website.
Now, you do that, Pop's gonna
hook you up lovely, all right?
He's my brother.
Come on.
Uh...
You can't get my face in.
We're very happy that Tara's dad
has come to talk to us
about his exciting work
in law enforcement.
Agent Barnes was instrumental
in hunting down
the notorious criminal
Patrick "Sully" Sullivan.
He capped
that motherfucker!
And Agent Barnes
has recently been named
the Assistant Special Agent
in Charge
of the Los Angeles Bureau
of the FBI.
Agent Barnes.
Wow. Thank you, Lorraine.
It's a real pleasure to be able
to talk to your students.
When I was eight years old,
I stole a Snickers bar
from the local pharmacy
down the street.
Let me tell you, kids,
it's, uh...
It's haunted me ever since.
Learn anything?
We need to talk, Frank.
You're welcome to come
to my office.
Call my secretary,
and we'll set a time.
I need you to get my brother
out of jail.
What?
I need you to turn
a judge, today.
Go fuck yourself, Ray.
Who killed Sully Sullivan?
Mickey Donovan.
Now get off my fucking boat.
All right.
We've been over this
a thousand times.
It's all in the past.
We're even.
Fine.
You just lost your fucking job.
You gonna take us
all down, Ray?
After all this shit,
you're going to open
that fucking box back up?
He's my brother, Frank.
Come on, Ray.
Don't do this.
All right,
what judge sentenced him?
Wettick.
All right, what do you
want me to do?
He's up for re-election.
I want you to go after him
for campaign fraud.
- What if he's clean?
- Doesn't matter.
Once the press gets wind of it,
kills his campaign either way.
If I do it, you give me
that fucking tape.
You do this,
you'll never see me again.
Fuck.
Where's Daryll?
Um, I'm his brother,
Bunchy.
Huh.
I need breast milk.
What?
Breast milk.
It's for one of my johns.
It's really important.
Where am I gonna get
breast milk?
I don't know.
Gary always had it.
Who's Gary?
Look, I need it within an hour,
and I'm not fucking around.
This guy pays a lot.
No possession
of a police radio...
...or a scanner.
No firearms, no knives,
and no leaving town.
Okay, now,
I have a very important
question for you.
Yeah?
How many dates
with a new lady friend
before you try
to seal the deal?
Now, you know, I'm talking
about a woman in her 40s
with some refinement,
nice ass.
Get out.
Get the fuck out.
Get out.
Terry killed an Aryan
in County.
Oh, boy, boy, boy, boy.
You got to help me
get him out.
I'm a fucking
parole officer, Mick.
I deal with ex-cons.
I don't have that kind of clout.
I need you to get me
to his judge.
- Me?
- Wettick. You know him?
I know all of them, but I just
can't fucking go after...
You piece of shit.
My son's life is at stake.
You're as responsible as I am
for putting him in there,
and I'll make sure
everyone knows it
if you don't get me
to that judge.
Jesus Christ, Mick.
This is my boy
I'm talking about.
You're going to get me
to that judge.
I'll give myself up.
I won't turn you in.
But you're gonna tell me
where that sucker lives.
I'm at the grocery store.
What?
Well, I'm trying to figure out,
you know, which one to...
Hold on.
Hello. Excuse me.
Which one tastes like
the real thing?
No sé.
I'm just gonna get the most
expensive formula they have.
No, no, no, no, that's...
that's not going to work.
I tried that once,
and he fucking flipped out.
- Well, what do I do?
- I don't know.
Figure it out.
Oh, and I need
adult diapers.
You sure this is
where Mickey lives?
Yeah.
I'm not supposed to be here
while my mom's working.
It's frozen.
What the fuck
is going on here?
Hi, Mommy.
Hi, baby,
what are you doing here?
You need to go home.
Oh.
Thank you.
You should be
fucking ashamed of yourself.
It's just part-time.
I can't fix
his nose in here.
Just finish
stitching him up.
- Open 07.
- Opening 07.
You didn't have to bring him.
Tell that
to your brother.
You're a good fighter, man.
Where did you get
that fucking uppercut of yours?
What the...
You're dead, motherfucker.
You're a dead ding,
you son of a bitch!
You're dead!
You son of a bitch!
I'm going to kill you!
I'm going to cut
your fucking head off!
Should have taken my car
and used the light.
Yeah.
They shivved the prison doctor,
motherfucker.
- What?
- We're done.
Warden took me
off of my detail.
Terry's going back
to Gen-Pop.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Call the judge.
- What?
Call the fucking judge.
Nice flowers.
What can I do for you?
My name is
Mickey Donovan.
I was hoping we could
have a conversation.
I'm going to tell you
what I told your son.
I can't be bought.
My boy went to prison
for my actions.
I was the one
who organized the robbery.
It was me.
If you wanted
to help your son,
you should have done it
four months ago.
So you're saying,
let him die.
I'm saying
that's not the way it works.
I'll tell you
the way it works.
You're gonna get
on that phone.
You're gonna call
whoever you got to call,
get my son out.
Get off
my property.
You got to be
fucking kidding me.
- Call who you need to call.
- No.
Sitting up there,
in your fucking robes.
You think you're God.
You're not up there
anymore.
You're down here
with the lower people,
and down here, I decide
who lives and dies.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Make the fucking call.
- Make the call.
- No! I need my pills.
Fuck you.
What did you do?
He just fell down.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Calling an ambulance.
Put the fucking phone down.
Don't die.
Come on,
please don't fucking die.
Come on.
Breathe.
Breathe!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Everything you touch
turns to shit.
Don't say that.
Ray?
You just killed
another one of your kids, Mick.
Clean it up.
We even?
Ray, are we even?
I'll... I'll tell them
it was me, Ray.
I'll tell them it was me.
I'll trade my life for Terry's.
Come on, Ray.
We can still fix this.
Ray?
Come on, Ray.
God.
I'm home.
Would somebody
fucking say hello?
Hey, Mom.
Hey, big guy.
Hi.
You need to go out?
Conor? Can you take him out
while I make his dinner?
Put on his leash.
Conor! Grab him!
Dog!
Dog!
No, don't. Don't. Don't.
- Open 27.
- No. No.
Please, no.
Close 27.
No. Please.
Wait. Help.
Please.
Let... let me out.
Let me out.
They can be cruel.
Don't leave me with him.
Please. Please.
Mr. Finney
will see you now.
Thank you, Varick.
You want some coffee?
Have a seat, please.
Mr. Finney...
Ray, Ray.
Take a breath, huh?
You want to tell me
about it?
My, uh...
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate,
self-defense.
The other guys, uh...
...they're gonna kill him.
That's terrible.
I need to
get him out
tonight.
Can you help me?
So how'd it go,
Bunch?
Fine.
How about you?
Easy breezy, man.
I was born to pimp.
Hey, Pop.
How's Terry doing?
- What happened to Terry?
- Nothing.
Wait a minute.
I thought that's why you left.
What are you doing here,
Bunchy?
Oh, I needed some help
with the girls.
Ain't that wonderful?
Working with your brother.
Dog?
Dog?
Dog?
Stop it.
Fucking stop it.
How many children
in your family?
Um, I have
three brothers.
I had a sister.
She died?
Yeah.
She died.
I'm an only child.
Missed out on all that
social Darwinism.
Didn't have to compete
for my parents' attention.
You must be
in the middle.
Yeah, I bet your brothers are
helpless compared with you, huh?
I don't know.
Governor Verona
will not be happy.
Cusp of an election.
Numbers are tight.
Mr. Finney.
Please, this way.
Andrew.
Tom.
This is my good friend
Ray Donovan.
Nice to meet you.
So how are
the polls looking?
We're getting there.
You have my every confidence.
Gentlemen.
So, Andrew,
what can I do for you?
My friend Ray has a problem
that only you can address.
I see.
Ray has a brother
in County.
He's also
a Parkinson's sufferer.
Ray was working on getting him
compassionate release
when there was an unfortunate
incident with another inmate.
Andrew, it's not the time...
We would appreciate it
if you would expedite
his release.
And if he gets out
and fucks up again?
He won't.
You have our assurances.
If the press hears of this
and my opponent
decides to run with it?
We'll deal
with the press.
I'll pardon him one week
after I win my second term.
That's just
a few weeks away.
You need to
pardon him tonight.
My platform has been
cracking down on crime,
not releasing prisoners.
This is taking far longer
than I thought it would.
I'll get it done
tonight.
Thank you, Tom.
I appreciate
your friendship, Andrew,
and your continued support.
Of course.
Mr. Finney,
I just wanted to say...
Anything for a friend.
It was a pleasure
to see you tonight, Ray.
Sign there,
there, and there.
Your salary is set.
The terms of your deal
are for one year
with an option to extend
to another at our discretion.
Whatever
Mr. Finney wants.
You'll be expected for work
tomorrow morning.
You can see
yourself out.
I thought you were through
with the Finney family, Ray.
Come in.
You're in charge.
What?
I need to go away
for a couple of days, Bridge.
Why?
I just need
a couple of days.
Where are you going?
I don't know.
Someplace I can think.
You can't be serious, Mom.
I am.
Look after
your brother.
Love you.
Mom?
You know, I'd like to go
to Boston someday.
Go to Fenway Park
like you guys,
the Green Monster.
What's wrong, Pop?
Oh, kid.
Oh, kid.
What is it?
Hey, Mick?
You got a minute?
Sure.
Come on, guys.
They all had
a very good day.
Dope was easy to move,
and all the girls felt
good about it.
God damn.
You got Mickey Donovan.
I got him out.
Thank God.
Who was that?
Terry's
coming home, boys.
Holy shit. How?
- Who's Terry?
- He's my brother.
That's what I was
doing today with Ray.
You hear that, Bunch?
Terry's coming home, man.
Terry's gonna need
a big welcome home.
Yeah.
We got to plan a party.
We're going to have a party.
Yeah.
Oh, I thought I lost you,
you obstinate prick.
You can't keep
carrying us.
What the fuck are you
talking about?
I told you
not to do this.
Hey.
You're an ungrateful bastard,
you know that?
I told you
to leave me.
I fucking love you,
Terry.
You think I'd ever let
anything happen to you?
So what did it take?
How much am I worth
on the street?
What?
What did it cost you
to get me out?
Nothing, Terry.
It didn't cost me
a fucking thing.
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